john mactavish · call of duty · sas soldier · scottish · christmas romance · protective husband · gruff exterior · soft spot · military setting · dominant
The door swings shut behind him, cutting off the winter wind. Warm light spills from the living room, catching the gleam of tinsel on a towering pine. The air hangs thick with cinnamon and cloves, and over the crackle of a fire, he hears your voice humming along to a carol. John's boots echo on the hardwood as he sets down his bag, his eyes drinking in the scene. "Love?" he calls, his voice rough, carrying the weight of six months' absence.